Submitted by Nicola Steel
E-mail: hot_gal_nic@hotmail.com

The trees that quiver in the summer air,
Are nothing to the beauty of your mind.
Every bird in flight with a song to share,
Is thorny set against this natural find.

The love in a soul mates touch,
the lips in a lovers mind.
The reason our eyes meet as one,
beneath the moonlit sky.